Resgaal's Sorrows
The Royal Portrait of Ensi Vashim Uran of Numer
Ensi Vashim sat upon the Ivory Throne, his radiant face holding a look of serenity as courtiers strolled through his magnificent palace. Everyone, from the lowliest servant to the most honorable lugal, seemed blissful in their every manner as they went about the day's tasks. Slaves decorated the already beautiful palace as chefs prepared days ahead for the joyous wedding feast soon to take the city of Sepris by storm. Even citizens seemed excited as they hung beautiful banners and ribbons on their homes. The Crown Prince of Numer, and, who most believed, future Ensi, Belbazzar Uran would be wed to Kadijat Myathu, daughter of the Lugalesh of Urvarys.
The Numerians knew it was a good time to celebrate. The Empire had survived the Age of Chaos and the Rifting to emerge and thrive in what people were now calling the New Age. Contact with the distant Migser had caused trade to flourish, and although rumors of the Palamecian Undead reemerging circled, no disaster had yet befalled the land of the sacred rivers. The Ensi himself was an old, wise man, adored by his people and blessed with three strong sons. Belbazzar, his first, was a great warrior, a little hot-headed, but a powerful leader nonetheless. His second son Ithiba was a quick, cunning man, a master of intrigue and business alike. Finally, his youngest son Vaserassur was a genius and rumored to be favored by the god Serin, a scholar and a devout priest.
Happy with the hand fate had dealt him, Vashim ruled with benevolence, and these past few days his demeanor was alight with pride and anticipation. How scared he was, a mere boy at 14, when he and his father Xashalbin marched against the accursed at the Battle of Dead Plains; but those days were long gone. As he pondered these thoughts, sitting on his throne, a loyal scribe approached him.
"My Ensi," the scribe said respectfully, "You have requested me?"
"Yes," Vashim's raspy, yet kind, voice replied, "I have made a decision to invite the other great leaders of this world to my son's wedding. Surely we can impress with our wealth, fostering peace between our people and others, and if not,we shall certainly intimidate them with our power. Write this down, and have it sent to all the nation of Migser, the Empire of Man, Rar Silf, Taavok de Dova, even the distant elves- all the nations of Casibica, our glorious continent, and beyond!"
The message was relayed to nearly all of the leaders of the nations Numer had interacted with; even an Orc Nob was invited to the wedding. It was written in the Numerian cuneiform, though each messenger was learned in the language of the nation he was traveling to, ready to translate.
To the Great Nations of this Earth,
Come, one and all, to the land of the sacred rivers! The Crown Prince of Numer will be wed a two weeks' time from now in the glorious capital city of Sepris, in the great delta of the Suppir River; the great Ensi Vashim Uran has requested of your leaders or their representatives to visit for the ceremony, to foster trade and good relations with each other's peoples. A joyous feast will be held for the traditional period of twelve days, and guests will be treated with the greatest luxuries available to the Numerian Empire.
If a sovereign or their diplomat would like to attend, please see to it that a reply arrives in the capital.In the Grace of the Goddess, and the Power of the Gods,
Chief Scribe Damata Bedakket of House Uran